Gon let out a troubled hum as he walked through the library, trying to find a free desk. He should have expected that this wouldn't be so easy, exam period was near, the library was full with students finishing their papers, working on projects or holding cramming sessions. Gon didn't mind sitting with strangers, they never bothered him the slightest – they too were studying after all. Not everyone thought like this though – he got quite a lot disapproving glances as he walked past the desks.

After a while he found a desk by the glass wall (the west wall of the building was replaced with glass making it one huge window), where a single student sat surrounded by piles of thick books. It was a guy with short black hair and sideburns, probably a master of phd student judging by his books. When Gon got closer, he saw, all the books were about medinice. He carefully sat down, but his neighbour didn't look up, he was so absorbed in his studies, that he probably wouldn't even notice if everything around him would be in flames.

Gon was never the type who could sit in one place and study for hours, but, he found, he could focus in the library more – being surrounded by so many hardworking students he couldn't slack off. However, after three hours he had to take a break; words, phrases merging into an incoherent mess, his eyes unintentionally skipping lines. Massaging his temple he leaned back in his seat and glanced out the window. The sun has already set, streetlight painting everything orange and yellow. Even so, the library was still full, if not more crowded than before.

Gon stared idly out of the window, when something, someone's reflection caught his attention. White hair – that was the first thing he noticed, and he turned his head so quickly that his neck cracked. With a hand on his nape he searched for the person the reflection belonged to, and when he finally saw them, his eyes widened. A tall, lithe (male?) student walked between the desks, books in one of his hands, cell phone in the other. He wore dark blue cardigan, skinny pants and boots; his steps quiet, graceful. His face was more captivating – despite his worn out look his porcelain skin, sharp features and actual white, fluffy looking hair made the stranger incredibly attractive and Gon couldn't help but stare. The other was busy with his phone but noticed the persistent gaze soon, and looked up. Gon was met with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen and the black eyeliner the other wore made them even more intense. Still, it wasn't the eyeliner that made Gon's heart almost miss a beat – the moment he could take a better look on this attractive stranger's face he felt a familiarity he couldn't place. He never saw this person before (he would have remembered), so what was it? Even though the other stared back Gon broke the eye contact first, turning his head away in the hope he wasn't too awkward. The guy passed his desk and disappeared from sight, and Gon finally let out the breath he didn't realize he held.

It was late in the evening when Gon got back into the apartment he shared with his aunt, Mito. He found her sitting in front of the tv, flipping through the channels, looking for something interesting. Despite being tired from all the studying, Gon joined her after finishing dinner, just to spend some time with her.

"Gon, look! It's that show we used to watch together when you were little!" She exclaimed, clearly happy with her discovery. "I didn't know they started airing it again..." she hummed with a slight frown, but it was quickly replaced with a satishfied expression.

Gon just smiled at her excitement. He remembered this show, Mito used to watch it every evening, and Gon crawled into her lap because he would feel neglected, so they watched it together. It was kind of nostalgic seeing it again, the environment, the actors, even the fashion was so different back then. Now that Gon was older he could finally understand the jokes he didn't get when he first watched the show, this time he laughed together with Mito, and it felt right.

It was towards the end of the episode when the main characters' only child stepped into the scene and Gon froze. He remembered this character well, it was a mischievous boy who acted in front of the adults like an angel but in reality he always searched for an opportunity to cause conflict between them. Gon was always interested in him because, he estimated, they were the same age, and the boy acted really well. The role was fitting for his appearance too – angelic face with big blue eyes and fluffy white hair.

"...and this boy, oh, I forgot the actor's name, but if I remember correctly, he was around your age when they were shooting this. How time flies... Hey, maybe he is a college student now, just like you, Gon. ...Gon...?"

Mito was talking for a while now, Gon registered, but he still couldn't tear his eyes from the tv. He only snapped out of his daze, when his aunt shook him.

"Sorry Aunt Mito," he said with a sheepish look on his face. He glanced back at the screen. "You might be right with the college thing. I... I think... I saw him today."

It's been a week since that encounter in the library. Gon found out the actor's name: Killua Zoldyck, a member of the famous Zoldyck family, who owned the country's biggest entertainment agency. Gon could have searched for photos of the former actor, but he felt like a stalker already, and maybe it wasn't even the guy he saw. Then again, blue eyes and white hair weren't common features... Gon spent more time in the library in the hope he could see the mysterious student again, even though he knew the chances weren't high.

The second week passed too, the library was almost too cramped – it was only a week till exam period – but Gon still haven't seen the white-haired guy. He left the library with a disappointed sigh, there were too many people already, he couldn't focus. He headed to the cafe for a nice hot tea, it was getting colder outside, but it was quite chilly in the reading room as well. Balancing the steaming mug in his hands he didn't even watch where he went, looked up just in time before bumping into someone.

"Uwah, I'm sorry!" Gon let out a startled yelp and pulled back the cup before he would accidentally scald the other.

"Ah, no, I'm sorry too, I didn't pay attention either!" The person in front of him waved his hand, blinking with their blue eyes apologetically. Gon glanced up to take a better look of them.

Blue eyes.

White hair.

Oh.

OH!

Gon froze like a deer in headlight.

"Uhm, hello? You OK?" The guy waved his hand in front of his face with an expression clearly questioning his mental well-being.

"Uh, yes... S-sorry..." Gon felt like an idiot for giggling awkwardly so he just sent a sheepish smile towards the puzzled guy and searched quickly for an empty table, before he could make a complete fool of himself.

The hot liquid helped him to calm down a bit. He really wondered, why did he act so awkwardly around that guy? He never had any problems with interacting with others, no matter who they were. He was never intimidated by the teachers and professors either, yet he acted now like a teenage girl with a crush... The thought made him almost choke on his drink. After his coughing subdued he saw, the white-haired guy sat not so far from him, wearing glasses as he looked at his laptop's screen, bringing a cup of coffe to his lips from time to time.

Gon started watching him before he could stop himself. The other wore a turtle necked sweater now, which was probably – judging by the length of the sleeves – a size bigger than the other actually needed. His long fingers were almost flying over the keyboard as he typed, each movement artistic, graceful. The more Gon stared, the more he was convinced – this guy was that child actor from that show. Sure, he changed a lot in all these years, with the baby fat disappearing from his face making his features sharp (and not to mention the eyeliner), but he was still the same person. Gon felt that strange desire he felt when he was a kid again – he wanted to get to know the other. Still... considering that he was an actor, surely lots of people approached him lured in by his fame, and it must have made the former actor uncomfortable.

Gon sighed, he didn't want to be that kind of person, so he just drank the rest of his tea and gathered his things to leave for the day. As he stepped to the counter to bring his empty cup back, someone tapped on his shoulder. Turning around he looked into those blue eyes again. He swallowed and sent a nervous smile towards the guy whose eyes narrowed in response.

"You were staring at me the whole time. Is there something weird on me?" The white haired asked him with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Uh, oh, sorry..." Gon scratched the back of his neck. He wasn't sure what to say. "I thought... you were familiar, and I couldn't figure out where I saw you before."

"Really?" The question was perfectly laced with polite interest, though the other's face darkened a bit.

"Oh uhm... maybe I'm just imagining things..." Gon backed up, the reaction he got comfirming his thoughts from earlier. "Sorry, it was rude of me to stare like that," he smiled apologetically at the other, hoping this would make up for his creepiness.

The other just shrugged, too busy with rummaging in his pockets. After a moment he tapped his pants, then he frantically dug into his messenger bag, his expression turning desperate.

"Shit!" He cursed, seemingly forgotten about his surroundings.

"Something's wrong?" Gon furrowed his brows.

"I forgot my phone in the flat, and I need to call my sister... Damn, what should I do now?" With his hands in white tufts he looked around helplessly.

"You can borrow mine, if you want," Gon offered and smiled, when the other glanced at him with hopeful eyes.

"Oh no, I don't want to trouble you..." The white-haired student backed off, a small blush appearing on his pale face.

"It's fine, here!" Gon took out his phone an held it out for the other to take, smiling encouragingly when he was met with hesitant eyes.

"Thanks," he mumbled after a few seconds, taking the device and dialing the number. After a while someone picked up, because he started talking. "Hey Alluka, it's me, Killua! Sorry, I left my phone at home and I had to borrow someone else's..."

He walked towards his table while talking, leaving Gon by the counter. It was a good thing considering how Gon felt his stomach clench at the realization. Blue eyes, white hair, Killua as first name – this couldn't be a coincidence. This guy was really that Killua Zoldyck.

"...OK... yes... you too... Bye!" Killua was back by Gon's side, ending the call and handing back the phone to it's owner. "Thank you, uhm..."

"It's Gon," he introduced himself, hand stretched out for a handshake after taking his phone back. "And it's no problem. It seemed important."

"It was! You really saved my life!" Killua shook his hand. "I'm Killua by the way," small smile on his lips.

They just stood there, the silence getting more and more awkward as none of them knew what they should say or do – start a conversation or just leave? Whilst Gon knew he shouldn't press on it, the question slipped out of his mouth before he could do anything about it.

"Are you maybe... that Killua, who played in that tv show, uhm, what was the name... I can't remember... uhm, Killua?"

Gon blinked worrying at the other. There were a few possible reactions this question could warrant, but the furious blush and the look of sheer horror wasn't what Gon expected. He mentally kicked himself – he really shouldn't have brought this up. Meanwhile Killua burried his face into his palms, letting out a frustrated sigh. Gon just watched him, not sure how he could salvage the situation. When the white-haired student glared at him abruptly, he jolted a little.

"I treat you," Killua said in a serious tone.

Gon just looked at him dumbfounded. Another unexpected reaction. "Huh?"

"I treat you to coffee..."

"But..."

"...No? Then tea."

"Uhm..."

"Chocolate?"

"What?"

"Okay, then I'll buy you dinner!"

"Eh?!"

"Just. Don't. Tell. Anyone!"

Huh?

TBC

A/N: Based on a prompt I found on tumblr (again)!

I'm sorry, I know I should update After the fourth time, but I have writers' block, and I felt bad for not posting anything, so here is this fic I wrote a little while ago! Part two will be up sometime soon too. (I hope.)

I'd like to write more, but it's almost 2 in the morning and I'm tired as hell...

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!